Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.